on August 17th, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance
I. Remember. Everything.
Only now I wish I didn't.
When the fog is sucked away from my mind like smoke through a vacuum, the truth that has been beyond my reach for months finally reveals itself.
But the relief I thought I would feel never comes, and I'm more afraid now than I was the morning I woke up handcuffed in King's bed.
Because with the truth comes dark secrets I was never meant to know.
I will put the lives of those I love most at risk if I let on that my memory has returned, or if I seek help from the heavily tattooed felon who owns me body and soul.
I don't know if I'm strong enough to resist the magnetic pull toward King that grows stronger every day.
He's already saved me in more ways than one. Now it's my turn to do whatever it takes to save him.
Even if that means marrying someone else...
Stacia and Casey say…
Tyrant is the second book in the series and is not a stand-alone; You need to read King, the first book before starting this one. WARNING– our review may contain spoilers from King… if you haven’t read it then you should stop reading this review and go pick it up. It was one of our top reads of the year so far and a #threegirlstoprec for sure!
To say that we were impatiently awaiting the release of this book would be an understatement! I think probably everyday, maybe even several times a day we hit that sync button on our kindles waiting for Tyrant to come through. King ends in a cliffhanger that had us gasping……. like holy moly, fingers scrambling, desperate to sign up for the ARC and review of Tyrant.
As was left off in King, Tyrant picks back up immediately with “Doe” returning home with her father and her ex- boyfriend. We also learn who the mysterious little boy is that accompanied her father to pick her from Kings.
Not your normal hero- King still has a dark, forbidden soul. He continues to do things his way, and serve his justice as he sees fit. As the story unfolds King comes back to find Doe and deliver the justice, in his very “King” way. He does not want to live his life without her and knows that she belongs with him.
“I kept telling myself I didn’t have anything to offer her, but that wasn’t true. I had love.”
Dealing with the drug dealing turmoil back at home, King, believing she is safe- leaves Doe to continue living her life at her father’s. As each day passes Doe tries her hardest to connect the pieces of her forgotten life. However things are not what they seem and as her memory returns she soon finds out that she is not as safe as she thought or as King believes her to be.
Tyrant was full of passion, darkness and a desire that kept us on the edge of our seats. The love that King and Doe share is real and honest. It is without pretense and it surmounts any obstacles that threaten their way. There is a fantastic twist that made for a shocking, exciting read. Things definitely hung in the balance for a while and we prayed it would tip to the HEA side. We both look forward to reading Bear’s story, King’s best friend, next.
“You and me…”
“We’re a forever kind of thing.”
King snarled. “You seem to have forgotten who the fuck I am, Pup. So I’m going to remind you.” He pressed his hips against mine. “I’m the man who took you against your will and handcuffed you to my fucking bed. I’m the man who wanted you, so I fucking kept you.” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do you really think you have a choice when it comes to being mine?”
King lifted me onto the dresser and pushed himself between my legs, forcing my legs apart. He held my wrists behind my back forcing my shoulders backwards and pushing my chest into his. My dress rode up to the tops of my thighs. King pushed a strand of hair behind my ears and leaned in to me, his lips just a breath away from mine. The room was getting hot. I couldn’t breathe. I needed…I don’t know what I needed. “No more questions.”
I opened my mouth to argue. “Stop fucking talking,” he snapped.
King lifted me off the dresser and carried me and set me down in front of the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door. He stood behind me. A head taller than me and outweighing me by a hundred pounds, our differences had never been more obvious. His dark jeans and dark tank top were a stark contrast to my little white eyelet sundress. My pale skin next to his tanned. My white hair to his black. It was a sight that made my knees weak. Because although the reflection in the mirror made our differences obvious, it also made me see how well the two fit together.